Unraveling Juliet

Four

Today is a rainy day in May. I've always loved rain, to be quite honest. I love how rain can symbolize so many things like sadness, depression, despair or solidity. Rain also falls to the ground, which gets absorbed by nature, and plants grow taller and get more nutrients. Rain can also mean destruction; hurricanes, thunderstorms, floods. The rain can symbolize so many things and it can bring upon ourselves a lot of peace, or a lot of thrill and danger.  To me rain symbolizes a state of  tranquility. Manhattan is usually humid, but I love when it rains because I can just go to a coffee shop or stay home, drink some tea and look out the window. Reading and writing are way more interesting in a rainy day, in my opinion. Most people don't like rain,  they like sunshine. I love rain, but perhaps I'm just a little mournful human being.

It's been about a week and a half or so since I last saw Caleb. Our date was amazing, even if the night got ruined by Michael. Everyday, me and Caleb send each other about 100+ text messages a day. It probably is a lot, however it's really nice to just be able to talk to someone about the most random things and feel comfortable with it. We usually talk on the phone at late night and when I'm walking to work. I have not told Alex anything about Caleb, nor am I planning to. I will only tell him if me and Caleb get serious with each other. I find this hard though, because Michael is a pain in my behind. He's been  very aggressive with me, he pushes me around, he hurts me, he bashes me and he does so many things to me that I have gotten extremely exhausted of. My arm still has a little bruise from him hitting me when I came back from my date with Caleb.

Fortunately, the Coleman's aren't home. They went to some relatives house I chose not to go to. Instead, I've been home all day listening to music, looking out the window realizing how the rain falls, stops for a few hours and falls once again. Right now it hasn't rained for about thirty minutes. Alex and I were talking on the phone earlier. He was telling me how law school was going and how sometimes the exorbitant amounts of homework make him lack enough sleep. Often enough, Alex flirts with me or makes statements about moving here or us traveling the world together. For about three hours me and Alex spoke about just anything that came to mind. Now, I was trying to get some writing done but found it impossible with Caleb's continuous text messages. Every time I put my phone down, it buzzes and I realize it's always him. Just now my phone buzzed. I wonder who it could be, note the sarcasm.

[Is faggotron home with you? - Caleb]

[I'm home alone, whaaaaaaaat?!?!?! - Juliet ]

[Be careful not to even breathe, of you'll get in trouble. Lol – Cale]

I thought his last text message was funnier than it really was. Caleb always referred to Michael as a rude or inappropriate name that made him seem worse than what he was. In reality, Michael had taken me in his home with his family, he could have easily stopped his mom from letting me live here but he did not. Michael was just a fool that was infatuated with someone who could never ever belong to him. When I first came here, I actually thought me and Michael would get along really, really good but I now realize what a fool was I thinking that. Michael acts like he cares about me, like he actually “loves me” hence I use parenthesis because he can't love anyone but himself. He's selfish, rude, and an ego maniac. If he really cared and loved me he'd do so much more than physically and mentally abuse me because I am not attracted to him. Michael just wants to take my panties off, and do that until he gets bored of me. He's handsome, he'll tell you what you want to hear , he has money. Michael can potentially get any girl he'd like and he's still stuck with me. Unfortunately, none of this matters because he's rotten inside. I've made sure that nor Ms. Coleman or Gemma find out about Michael hitting me. If they find out, things will only worsen by the day.

Changing of subject, my hair is turning from horribly wavy to perky curls. I have discovered this Bed Hair shampoo that's making wonders with my hair. Before, I used to have to iron my hair every day or deal with the wavy freeziness, now I wash my hair and if I don't iron it, I lightly apply mousse in it and it stays charmingly curly. Today, even if I'm just staying home I decided to look presentable. I'm wearing a flowy tank top that's black, printed with a messy style of an American flag in the middle, a dark jean sleeveless vest with leggings and red converse to go with the red in the flag. It's not a look someone would go for in the spring, or when it's wet outside but I like embracing my different fashion style. With my now curlish hair, I can finally wear messy buns and if you ask, I look very nice with them.